The Collected Letters, Volume 29

I am coming, Dearest, tomorrow (Monday) by the “Express train” from Carlisle; I should think the arrival wd not be much after midnight at Chelsea: would I were there; for the world is all very wintry, without and within!

Your Letter did come; was got at Ecclefn on Friday night; belated by some accident,—thanks for it, good little Jeannie.— — I am heavy, heavy of heart; very sad in
this now empty floor. Empty forevermore. My Mother's room is all full of litter; packing boxes &c; her earthy furniture quite
off,—she herself where we laid her, and where the great God has willed. Amen, Amen.

I know not when this line will go; but you will get it at 3 tomorrow, somehow, at latest: and I thot it worth while to write so much, before going out for a long walk in the grim wintry day.— If you have sent anything, we
shall in all probability catch it tomorrow at Middle,1 Jamie2 & I, in passing, about 11 a.m.

May this new year, since it cannot be “happy” to either of us, be blessed to us both. Adieu, Dearest: all is peacefully and decently settled here; and I have only to come home. God bless thee always.